She may be the face I can't forget. The trace of pleasure or regret may be my treasure or the price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings. May be the chill the autumn brings. May be a hundred different things within the measure of a day.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7923 | 2022-10-16 20:32:48 | 99.55 | 98% |
| 4169 | 2018-01-18 22:13:24 | 83.93 | 98% |